#atsumu

[egg-sie]

first time drawing feet… kinda nervous

[sunallama]

*slides into ask box* i was wondering your take on haikyuu character college recruitment, but make it enemies to lovers (or rivals to lovers) because you're competing for the same internship is it a bit niche? yes? but i think it could be funny in the context of your experiences and also college life (which you're very very good at writing) can you imagine being at a frat house and the hq boy is drunk off jungle juice and complaining and then spilling WAAAY too much its just funnt anyways i hope you're well <3

haikyuu college headcanons - kuroo, atsumu, oikawa, iwaizumi, suna

notes:

omg yes ofc

little background the reason i’m so good at writing college life is because im in a professional frat HAHA

obv very diff from a social frat or sorority bc it’s coed and professional but we still have pledging and parties and socials and rush and all that jazz

so with that i give you haikyuu college headcanons!!

starting with kuroo he definitely gives a work hard play harder vibe. during the weekdays you’ll catch him at the campus library with his entire apple ecosystem out, jotting down notes on his ipad with a textbook pulled up on his mac. he hundred percent has a performative matcha with airpods maxes in too. also has an internship at a lab on campus where he does research, and probably also ta’s for a chem class. but on weekends, catch him getting turnt tf up at the local campus bar 🕺. he gives the vibe of someone who meets a girl at the beginning of freshman year, dates her and stays loyal to her for the entirety of college.

atsumu is the most frattiest frat boy i can think of. definitely in a frat called sigma chi or some shit like that (osamu calls it sigma ligma balls to fw him) with a major in marketing or business. lives in a backwards cap and hoodie with the frat letters. but he can’t handle sugary liquor for the life of him. most of the time he’ll be at the function nursing a beer or seltzer, but god forbid he touches pink whitney and he becomes the definition of white girl wasted. screaming his heart out to miley cyrus, busting out the worst dance moves known to man (he’s hitting the reverse scuba whip and nae nae griddy combo), and eventually ending the night yakking his brains out into a toilet.

oikawa is a perfectionist to a tee. he likes to be the best at everything he does, and i like to think if he didn’t pursue vb he would pursue something like finance. he’s your average toxic finance bro (“do you even have an internship bro?”) and pours his heart into networking and recruiting. has over 1000 linkedin connections and is always making some useless linkedin post like how washing his ass taught him the value of b2b sales. def got rejected from his dream ib internship and got super salty when fellow finance major ushijima got it lol.

on the other hand, iwaizumi is a dreamboat of a college student. he’s a kinesiology major who spends majority of his time either in lectures, the library, or at the gym. he’s everyone’s gym crush, and there’s definitely at least like 7 girls who look forward to seeing him at the gym every time they go. he’s the full package, smart, passionate, BUILT ASF!! doesn’t really go out too much, because he claims alcohol and drugs are terrible for your body but once in a blue moon makki and mattsun will drag him to some party. he gets hit on like 45 times by drunk people and ends up leaving an hour in with his face red.

suna runs a the campus barstool account and regularly posts embarrassing pictures of his friends. also very active on yik yak and WILL make sure that atsumu never lives down his drunk dancing. i don’t really have too much else for him tbh seems like a lowkey average student who joins intramural sports as his only org. gives the vibe of a psych major or smth similar because he’s so good at analyzing people. also pulls a lot of girls, but he’s been in an on and off situationship since sophomore year and refuses to get with anyone else since he’s so hung up on her.

that’s all i have for now lollll but lmk if i should make more and tell me which characters i should include in the next one!!

[sunallama]

“… WHEN HE WON’T, HIS BROTHER WILL”

synopsis: part 2 of when your situationship shows up to a halloween party with another girl, you decide to move onto better (and bigger?) things

feat: osamu x f!reader, situationship!atsumu x f!reader

wc: 3.8k

content: third year 18+ miya twins, underage drinking, suggestive content minors DNI!!, body shots

notes: SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE AHHHHH part 3??

part 1 || part 2

“now what the hell did my brother do to make a pretty girl like you cry?”

miya osamu looks genuinely concerned. he’s wearing a pair of fox ears with a plain black t shirt, and if you weren’t as upset as you were you might have laughed at his lack of effort. right now he’s peering down at you with a mix of curiosity and worry, arms still around you.

you stare at him for a moment, before shaking yourself out of it slightly and stepping back.

“it’s fine, nothing happened,” you lie, wiping your eyes. osamu looks entirely unconvinced.

“do ya really expect me to believe that ya ran out of that party crying and nothing happened?” he deadpans. his hand moves to push your hair out of your face, examining you for any sign of injury. you step back slightly again, shaking your head.

“no it’s- it’s nothing-“ you can barely get your words out before you’re choking up again, all the anger and hurt rushing back. then there’s the fact that atsumu’s dupe is standing right in front of you, making you hurt over the blonde even more. the grey haired twin takes a pause, before taking his jacket off and draping it around you.

in all your theatrics, you hadn’t even realized that you were practically shivering from the chilly october breeze. it didn’t help that you were wearing a shockingly small amount of clothes.

osamu put a hand on the small of your back, guiding you away from ginjima’s house.

“c’mon, let’s go to my house. s’right here, and you can tell me what happened. maybe get something to eat too. are ya drunk?”

you shake your head no, not trusting any words to come out of your mouth for fear of breaking down again. you let osamu walk you a few houses down to his place, listening to him instruct you to take deep breaths in and out.

the short walk helped a little, and osamu brings you inside the familiar place. he sits you down at the dining table and moves to heat up some leftover onigiri for you.

you look around, trying to gauge your surroundings. it was embarrassing enough the osamu had found you crying, you didn’t need more people to worry about you.

“ma isn’t home, if that’s what yer worried about.” osamu remarks, almost like he read your mind. he slides you a plate with two steaming hot spicy salmon onigiris on them, no doubt a product of his own cooking. your mouth waters and you go to scarf them down. he pulls a chair next to you and sits patiently while you eat, not forcing any conversation.

through atsumu, you had developed a friendship with osamu. although you wouldn’t consider yourself close to him, he was always there when you came over to hang out. he often had you taste test his cooking inventions, claiming his brother had the “taste palate of a monkey” (among other insults). you always happily accepted the offer, taking the chance to eat good food and bond with the most important person in atsumu’s life. he texted you occasionally, called every once in a while with atsumu, and generally found himself in your orbit.

however, this might be the first time you were alone with osamu without atsumu there. you finish your plate of onigiri, finding yourself much calmer than you were before. osamu leans back in his seat and folds his arms over his chest.

“do you wanna talk about what happened? and don’t lie to me, i know it had to do with my stupid brother otherwise he would’ve been with you.” he gives you a pointed look, anticipating your excuses. you debate whether to tell him the truth for a moment, before deciding it was useless to lie. you had already yelled at atsumu in front of rin so osamu was bound to find out anyways, and there was no point trying to protect somebody who clearly didn’t care about you.

“atsumu ditched me for shimada mei at the halloween party.” the words tumbled out of your mouth before you thought too hard about it. osamu’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t speak.

through choked words and pauses for deep breaths, you explain to osamu how atsumu was supposed to go with you, but he ended up showing up in matching costumes with mei. you talk about how he didn’t bother to even tell you, how he barely apologized, how he told you he didn’t care about your feelings and practically started humping mei towards the end (you may have been exaggerating but that’s what it felt like). osamu let you talk, and even stayed silent for a little bit after you finished.

you felt good to talk about it and let it off your chest. it may have seemed dramatic, but you had spent months with atsumu, practically in a relationship without the label. you had met his brother, mom, and he had met your family. you shared so many special moments and memories, all of which were thrown out the second the prettiest girl in school looked at him.

finally, osamu decides to speak.

“i’ve always known atsumu was an idiot, but i didn’t know he was capable of this,” he confesses. “i’m truly shocked, and i’m really sorry that he did that to you.”

you turn slightly red at that.

“oh, you don’t have to apologize for him,” you wave it off, blushing. “it’s not your fault he’s an asshole.”

“yeah, but i could’ve punched some sense into him earlier. or ate him in the womb.” he says solemnly. you giggle at that, and he grins a little at the small victory.

“but seriously,” he continues, “he’s the biggest dumbass in the world for that. he has no idea that he had something amazing, and he didn’t even consider how you felt for a second. i swear sometimes he only thinks with his dick.”

“oh well,” you shrug, looking down at your lap. “maybe this is a sign. it’s not like we were dating anyways, so it’s good that i saw his true colors before committing to anything.”

“yeah, don’t know what he was thinking. if i were him i woulda’ made ya my girlfriend forever ago.”

your breath hitches, face burning at the comment. you look up at him, trying to find any sign of humor, but all you find are gray eyes boring into your face. all of a sudden the room feels much smaller, the distance between your chairs much shorter.

neither of you move for a moment. eventually, you let out small sound somewhere between a scoff and a sigh, looking to the side.

“well, it doesn’t matter because he didn’t think so.” you mutter bitterly. suddenly, you’re reminded of something.

“oh my god, were you headed to ginjima’s party? i’m sorry i didn’t mean to keep you from there, you should go right now! i’ll find my way home,” you stand up from the chair, about to turn and find your boots. you don’t get the chance to do that, because osamu grabs your arm and pulls you back, making you squeak.

“i could care less about that party, if ya couldn’t tell,” he gestures to his elaborate fox costume that clearly took so much time and effort, and you bite your lip to stifle a laugh. “i would much rather make sure yer alright.”

your heart stutters slightly at that. you’re genuinely touched by how much osamu seems to care.

“what was tsumu supposed to be anyways?” he asks, running his eyes over your costume. you blink in confusion from the randomness of the question.

“um, he was supposed to be a magician. had a little white button up and red cape and everything,” you tell him.

“he would’ve looked awful in that. you dodged a nuclear missile.” osamu scoffs, and you roll your eyes at his pettiness. suddenly, osamu’s expression shifts into something unreadable. he looks at you with a certain type of enlightenment, as if he’s just had a great idea.

“say, i know something better than a magician.” he remarks slyly, making you confused.

“what is that supposed to mean?”

he stands for second, seemingly having a long mental debate. his intense gray eyes bore into yours as you squirm under his gaze. finally, he seems to come to some sort of conclusion and speaks up.

“look, i know you had a hard night. and i know the last thing you want to do is go back to that party. but i have an idea to get revenge on atsumu,” he starts. immediately you’re filled with dread at the notion of walking back in there and watching atsumu and mei sucking face, or worse. osamu seems to notice the look on your face, because he immediately goes to reassure you.

“you won’t have to watch them, and i promise by the end of the night atsumu will be begging on his knees for you again. if you want to leave at any point, just tell me and we can go. you don’t even have to say yes. but if you do say yes, we can make him regret ever looking in mei’s direction.” he explains, putting a hand on your arm.

you think long and hard about it. you didn’t consider yourself a very petty person, but osamu made a convincing offer. and it would be nice to make atsumu eat his earlier words and get revenge. you didn’t want to make any enemies, and at the end of the day even though you were hurt you just wanted atsumu’s attention back on you.

“fine. what’s your plan?”

osamu grins.

***

that’s how you found yourself being led back into ginjima’s house an hour after leaving it, only this time with the gray haired miya twin gripping your hand tightly. the music and bass boomed in your ears, while osamu expertly weaved you around the swarm of people.

he had changed out of his earlier costume, swapping his plain jeans for camo pants and boots, and switching the fox ears for eye black under his eyes.

“i’m the hunter to your bunny,” he declared proudly, while you were standing on your tip toes applying the eye black on him in the miya’s bathroom. you rolled your eyes at his “genius” idea, grabbing his face and scolding him to stay still.

now, you were turning heads as people around you squealed about the gray haired twin’s costume matching yours. you heard a few whispers questioning why you were with him, and a few people brought up atsumu and mei. your nerves rose at the mention of their names.

osamu must’ve heard as well, because he pulled you into him by the waist and bent down to speak.

“don’t listen to them, they just want gossip. let’s go find rin.” he murmurs in your ear, and you try to ignore the racing of your heart at the proximity. despite that, you let him lead you through the crowd and away from the prying eyes towards suna.

eventually you find him near the pong table. suna looks at osamu first.

“fucking finally, took you long enough.” he sighs, exasperated as he daps osamu up. then he notices you, doing a double take at your costumes.

“am i tripping or are you guys matching?” he squints. osamu rolls his eyes.

“yer a real genius, you know that?”

“yeah yeah,” suna retorts. “what are you guys doing matching costumes like a couple? don’t tell me this is some plan to get back at atsumu.”

your jaw drops as you exchange looks with osamu. you knew it wasn’t the most elaborate plan in the world, but he had clocked you way faster than you anticipated. apparently, osamu was thinking the same thing.

“yer ability to read people is scary as hell sometimes,” he says warily. “but yeah. it is.”

suna just smirks.

“you’re not exactly hard to read,” he retorts, glancing between you and osamu. osamu’s gaze hardens ever so slightly, and suna puts his hands in the air. what was that about?

“so what’s the grand master plan?” suna asks you, shifting attention away from osamu.

“i’m not sure,” you admit, giving an unsure scan around the room. atsumu and mei are nowhere to be seen, but somehow that doesn’t make you feel any better. they were probably in some secluded corner or room, and he was whispering sweet nothings in her ear while she giggled. or worse, she was probably sitting in his lap like you would, while his hands roamed her body and lips molded against hers. or the worst possible scenario, he went upstairs with her and was-

“hey,” osamu puts his hand on your shoulder, pulling you out of your disassociation. he gives you a concerned look.

“are you still ok? we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. say the word and we can go to the nearest convenience store, pick up snacks and watch a movie at mine.” he offers. you consider it for a second, wondering if it would be a better way to spend the evening. it certainly couldn’t be worse than this, as your night had already pretty much been ruined by atsumu. but you came here to do something, and you weren’t about to back down and leave before finishing it.

“no, i’m ok,” you reassure him. “we can do that after we get revenge.”

“atta girl,” he breaks out into a small smirk, hand dropping to your waist. he bends down to your ear level, murmuring, “i have a plan, follow me.”

you swallow nervously and nod, letting him lead you through the crowd once more as he gestures for sunarin to follow. the three of you weave through the people as the speakers pump old 2000s music obnoxiously in your ear, threatening to give you a headache. you finally reach wherever osamu wants you to end up, and your jaw drops as you realize what his plan is.

in the small kitchen clearing, you watch as a boy pours vodka into a shot glass and rests the shot glass on top of a girl’s chest. the small crowd in the kitchen erupts into excited cheers as he kisses up her stomach towards her chest, before finally grabbing the shot glass with nothing but his mouth and downing the contents. the girl looks flustered, and they leave together while the rest of the crowd wolf whistles.

“body shots? that’s your plan?” you ask, incredulously. osamu shoots you a boyish grin.

“yep.” he says, sweet and simple.

“i don’t think this is a good idea, what if people get the wrong idea and i’ve never done a body shot before!” you ramble, trying to come up with any excuse to back out of the stupidity osamu was about to make you do. said boy rolls his eyes.

“would ya relax,” he drawls, settling a hand on your lower back. “look, i know what’s going to catch my brother’s attention. he doesn’t like it when people take what’s his. and trust me, he’ll be bothered.”

osamu looks entirely too excited while saying that, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“it’s kinda the whole point for people to get the wrong idea. and don’t worry about the body shot, i’ll do all the work, you just sit there and look pretty.” he finishes with a wink, leaving you with your mouth gaping.

“fine,” you agree after a second, catching your breath. “but if this doesn’t work i’m giving you a hurricane shot.”

osamu barks a laugh at that.

“don’t threaten me with a good time,” he teases, before beckoning for sunarin. he whispers something to suna before grabbing your hand and leading you into the clearing.

suna cups two hands around his mouth before screaming, “YO, miya osamu’s doing body shots off l/n y/n in the kitchen!”

the reaction is immediate, as people flood into the kitchen area and crowd around you guys to watch one of the infamous miya twins perform such a scandalous act. you hear excited whispers and gasps, along with confused murmurs.

“isn’t that miya atsumu’s girl?”

“nah, i don’t think they were ever dating.”

“since when is she close with osamu?”

your fingers start to tremble slightly at the overload of attention, and you turn back to osamu for support. he’s holding a handle of tequila, a salt shaker, and a lime. your eyes go wide as he grabs you by the waist and guides you to the kitchen island, pushing back on your chest gently until you’re resting your weight on your elbows, body at an angle close to the island underneath. your hands shake as he takes the salt shaker and sprinkles salt on the tops of your thighs, before sprinkling a little bit on your chest. he then takes the handle and instructs you to flex your collarbone, pouring a shot’s worth into the dip in your collar. he gives you a concerned look as you nervously look to the crowd.

“hey,” he calls, using his fingers to turn you cheek back. “are you alright?”

you nod slightly, careful not to spill any of the tequila.

“yeah, i’m just nervous. it’s a lot of people.” you glance at the crowd again, watching the plethora of people staring at you guys, many of them holding up phones to record the moment. osamu gently grabs your chin, moving your line of sight back to him.

“don’t look at them. look at me,” he commands, as your jaw drops for the second time that night. you nod slightly, eyes glazed over. he takes that as a signal before taking the lime wedge and putting it in your mouth.

and it begins.

osamu stands in between your legs as everyone hushes and whispers about what he’s about to do. he holds the counter with one hand for support, and maintains eye contact as his face comes closer and closer to your bare thigh. your chest is heaving up and down in anticipation as he brings his lips to ghost over your thigh, right above the top of your thigh high boots. his fingers trail down your arm. finally, he darts his tongue out, licking a stripe all the way up your thigh, collecting all the salt along the way.

the kitchen bursts into cheers and wolf whistles, gasps echoing throughout. you gasp in the sensation and you’re sure that this is where you’re going to die. but osamu isn’t done yet. your thigh tingles from the touch of his tongue, warm and wet. you shudder as he gets closer to your sensitive areas, and he lifts off just before your eyes can roll back in your head.

“are you good?” he asks, face still hovering over the top of your thigh. you nod, face flushed from the overt scene. he grins, before moving to your other thigh and repeating the same process. you resist the primal urge to bury your hand in his hair, opting to save yourself the public embarrassment.

once he’s done with your thighs, osamu steps forward in between your legs, towering over you. you take the chance to really look at him. ash gray hair, face flushed slight pink, intense gray eyes. how had you never noticed how handsome osamu was before?

even though the miya’s were identical twins, there was something so different about the way osamu was handsome compared to atsumu. atsumu was boyish and mischievous, whereas osamu was brooding and serious. a few strands of hair fell into his eyes, and you resist the urge again to shove it out of the way.

osamu leans forward, and this time his tongue comes out to lick the salt from your chest. it starts at the swell of your breasts, making your mouth go dry. he moves slow and intimately, keeping eye contact with you the entire way up. he presses his tongue flat against your chest, making you squirm as he drags it up to the dip of your collarbone. samu grabs your hips and holds them against the table to still you, sending a wave of heat to your core.

as soon as he reaches the dip he moves to suck the liquor out of your neck, making you gasp in surprise. this time you do grab onto his arm for balance, fearing your knees would be too weak and give in. his arm is surprisingly large and rigid, but you can’t focus on that right now. all you can focus on is his continuous assault on your neck, licking and sucking until long after the tequila is gone.

when he’s done, he looks up at your face, your bright big eyes staring back at him in anticipation. he moves a piece of hair out of your face.

all that was left was the lime wedge in your mouth. you were practically shaking at your knees, as osamu moves his face closer and closer to yours. his hand comes up to cup your cheek. you can feel his hot breath on yours as his nose brushes your face. you close your eyes, anticipating his lips brushing yours as the final act.

instead, osamu simply turns your face away from the crowd and uses his teeth to pick the lime wedge from your mouth, his lips never even touching yours.

the kitchen explodes into cheers and whistles, everyone chattering excitedly about the insane body shot that miya osamu just did off of atsumu’s supposed girl. you slowly open your eyes, disappointment flooding you at the almost-but not-almost kiss. osamu is looking at you sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“i didn’t go too far or make you uncomfortable did i?” he inquired, scanning your face for any signs of trouble. you shake your head.

“no no, but god you almost killed me. i didn’t know you had that in you samu,” you push yourself off the counter and playfully bump his shoulder, to which he grins and mock yelps and pain. you giggle, and his eyes soften at the sight.

“c’mon, let’s get away from all these people,” he suggests, and you eagerly accept. he holds out an arm for you, which you gingerly grab onto, letting him lead you out.

as you’re leaving, you catch a glimpse of atsumu, staring at you with wide eyes. mei is still hanging off his arm, but he doesn’t seem to care as his gaze flits comically between you and his brother. eventually, he settles on a look on longing.

you thought you would feel better, after all that was the whole point of the show. but honestly, you didn’t feel any type of way at atsumu’s supposed regret. you were too distracted by the gentleman in front of you, leading you to god knows where.

and you were completely ok with that.

just as osamu is about to take you to a secluded couch to sit you down and make sure you’re ok, you feel a tug at your other hand. you look back to see a mop of blonde hair and honey eyes.

“can we talk?”

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[lowkeyremi]

THINKIN BOUT YOU ! a. miya

part 6: ring

🔈၊၊||၊ "You don't hit my line no more. You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring. I can't keep this on the low... I want, you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring."

cw: angst

wc: 1k

masterlist !

Atsumu decides to do what he usually does when stressed; hit the gym. With his earbuds in, he walked from his apartment to the rec center. His head felt kind of fuzzy, as he was thinking about what to do.

Things were going well, and it scared him, so he became avoidant, which made things terrible.

Upon entering the rec center, he lays down his exercise mat and begins going through stretches. Even with music blasting through his ears, his mind couldn't seem to calm down.

He thinks back to when he first met you. Not at the party when he had the liquor courage to approach you no, no. It was back when he was a freshman. He needed a quick energy boost and decided to grab a coffee at the nearest cafe on campus.

The cafe he stumbled upon was pretty quite, considering it was late afternoon. He walked up to the counter and saw you humming a little tune with an earbud in. You hadn't noticed him, because you were turned around looking at the drink toppings.

"Um, excuse me?" He muttered. You whipped around so fast, Atsumu was surprised you didn't fall.

"Hi! I'm sorry, were you waiting long?" You asked in worry.

"No, not at all, I just got here." You let out a little sigh in relief at his response.

Atsumu registers your mouth moving, but he doesn't hear anything coming out. He's shocked, you're absolutely gorgeous. Your hair, your eyes, your skin, your lips, your... everything. He's so infatuated with your looks that his brain goes blank.

"-ello? Are you okay?" Atsumu blinks quickly and his face starts to flush.

"Um, yeah! Sorry, I'm super tired and I've been out of it. Hence why I need a coffee, heh." Good save, he thinks.

"Oh, yeah! No problem, I get that. What would you like?" You look at him so intently, that his heart starts beating out of his chest.

"W-what's your favorite drink?" He asks, not trusting himself to pick something to his liking.

"Personally, I really like our, [your favorite coffee]! If you wanted tea with some caffeine in it 'd go for [your favorite tea]!" You end with a smile and Atsumu glances at your plush lips. He reallyyyyyy wants to kiss them.

"I'll go with the coffee." He says, pulling his wallet out of his backpack, so he can pay for his drink.

"Sounds good! Can I get your name?"

Like an idiot, Atsumu starts to get excited, "You want my name?"

"For the drink of course, silly." Right. For his drink.

"My bad. It's Atsumu."

"Okay, Atsumu. Your drink will be ready at the end."

He nods, and smiles. He doesn't want to go the end to grab his drink, he'd rather stare at you.

After meeting you for the first time, Atsumu started to frequent that cafe. He remembers the name of it clearly, 'Roasted Bean'. He never got the courage to talk to you outside of ordering his drink, but he'd always be there, just so he could see your face.

He started asking around if people knew you, which eventually led to him finding your instagram.

He cheered mentally when he saw your account was public.

His eyes scan over your profile and he finds himself becoming more intrigued. So you're a year older than him. Would you want a younger guy?

Atsumu shakes his head, none of that matters, he doesn't want to date you. He's not sure he'd want to date anyone after his ex from his second year of high school.

He was really in love with that girl. Asked her out in front of everyone. She agreed, and they had started dating.

Atsumu felt like he was on cloud nine, maybe even above that. She was his first girlfriend. He wanted to do all of the cheesy couple things; matching outfits, cafe dates, school dances, all of it.

Near the start of their third year, they were going pretty steady. A lot of people said they would be high school sweethearts years from now.

Atsumu sometimes wished that could have been the case, but it wasn't.

He'd forgotten his volleyball bag in the lockeroom, and couldn't leave school without it. Osamu groaned and told him to, "Hurry the hell up or I'm leaving ya." So Atsumu rushed into the lockeroom.

Low and behold, he saw his girlfriend, making out with someone from the basketball team. When he registered what was happening his heart sunk.

This can't possibly be happening, he has to be dreaming, right?

"Atsumu! I- I can explain." She says pushing the basketball guy off of her. He looks over at Atsumu, smug as hell. It makes him want to punch the guy in the face, but, he restrains.

"What's there to explain?" Atsumu asks coldly. He'll save being broken hearted for later; right now he wants to maintain at least some of his dignity.

"I just- I was getting bored of- I mean..." She stops speaking and sighs loudly.

"It was fun, Atsumu. What we had was fun, but you're too clingy and needy for my taste. I just can't- with you always asking to hang out and do stuff together. It was suffocating after awhile."

Atsumu grew angrier hearing her bullshit excuse. He was a lover boy, he couldn't help it.

"So- so you just cheat on me instead of breaking up with me?" He asks, tears welling up in his eyes.

His, now ex-girlfriend tries to speak, but nothing comes out.

Atsumu is practically shaking for the two minutes she says nothing.

"I'm sorry, Atsumu." No you're not, he thinks.

"Let's be done." She says, it's clipped and lacks emotion.

"Hell yeah, we're done. Fuck the both of you." He grabs his bag and storms off.

Atsumu rushes to take his earbuds out. He wasn't sure why he let his mind venture that far into the past. He's sure you wouldn't treat him as unkindly as his ex, but he's scared. He placed his delicate heart in her hands and she crushed it right up.

The blonde realizes right then and there that he hadn't developed feelings for you over the time you'd two slept together, although that did strengthen them. He fell for you that day in the cafe. He remembers being head over heels, but at the time he couldn't put a name to that feeling.

Now, as he's working out at the gym; he realizes his heart was- no is longing for you and he may have just ruined any chances he had with you.

Atsumu wastes no time pulling out his phone and shooting you a text.

notes:

𑣲 atsu can always count on his teammates to cheer him up !!

𑣲 i hope this wasn't too confusing the bolded colored parts kinda signify where the flashback begins and ends !!

𑣲 is atsumu's reasoning for being a fuckboy super cliche? yes! do i care? no!

𑣲 okay next part is hurt to comfort so we're going to be moving on from angst pretty soon.

𑣲 atsumu has hated basketball ever since that day (つ╥‸╥)つ

𑣲 poor baby just needs a hug.

𑣲 he made osamu and suna promise to never bring the incident up, when they saw him rushing out of the building crying.

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[sophies-always-watching]

i know for a fact atsumu got that horrid coloured hair cause osamu couldn't be bothered to do more than one step on him

[sunallama]

“YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY…”

feat. situationship!atsumu x f!reader & ???

synopsis: after your situationship shows up to a halloween party with another girl, you decide to move onto better (and bigger?) things.

wc: 1.6k

part 1 || part 2

“you’ve got to be kidding me.”

your jaw drops as you watch miya atsumu walk into ginjima’s halloween party. suna follows your gaze to the door, quirking an eyebrow when he spots the obnoxious yellow mop of hair.

atsumu looks smug as can be, with a small crowd of people gathering around him as he entered. he always seemed to have a gaggle of admiring fangirls following him everywhere he went. and although on a normal day that would’ve pissed you off, that wasn’t the source of your skyrocketing blood pressure today.

he was donning what might be the world’s most hideous orange jumpsuit. he had purple eyeshadow packed in the shape of a bruise right above his eyebrow, and fake blood in the form of a cut on his cheek. for the cherry on top, he had one of his hands cuffed in a pair of handcuffs. and who was holding onto the other cuff? none other than the girl he told you not to worry about.

shimada mei was parading atsumu around by his handcuff like she owned the man. and god, did she look the part. mei was sporting the obvious counterpart to atsumu’s costume, a navy blue sexy police officer romper with a matching badge. her zipper was zipped halfway down her chest, shorts riding up her ass. but you’d be lying out of your ass if you said she didn’t look good. and atsumu looked like he was right where he wanted to be, much to your dismay.

suna turns to you with a questioning look.

“wasn’t he supposed to be-“

“yes.” you cut suna off, not wanting to hear his commentary.

he’s referring to how atsumu was supposed to match costumes with you. he was supposed to be the magician to your bunny - supposed to be wearing a sexy white button up and red cape to match your white corset and ridiculously short skirt. instead him and his new girlfriend seemed to be too far up each others asses to even acknowledge you.

not that you had any claim over miya atsumu. not technically, anyways. he wasn’t your boyfriend, but he still hit you up in the middle of the night texting you for hours on end. you weren’t in a relationship, but he still asked to go on spontaneous drives with you, stealing kisses at the local convenience store while picking up snacks. you two weren’t exclusive but he still kept a possessive hand on you when you were talking to other men. the list could go on and on, but clearly none of it mattered, because at the end of the day he came with someone else when he promised to come with you. dick.

you didn’t realize you were holding your breath until suna elbows you sharply.

“they’re coming this way,” he jerks his head in their direction, and you come back to reality as you realize that he’s right. the it couple of the night is beelining straight towards the drinks - right where you and suna happened to be standing.

“oh god, gimme that-“ you snatch suna’s red cup out of his hand, chugging the rest of the mysterious tasting liquid in it. said man rolled his eyes as you wipe his drink clean.

“was that necessary?” he sassed. you nod vigorously.

“i need all the liquid courage i can get to face piss-hair and his girl,” you spat bitterly. “and what the hell do you put in these drinks?”

he shrugs in response.

“little bit of this, little bit of that.”

you don’t have time to ask him what that means because mei’s annoyingly smooth voice interrupts.

“tsumu, what do you wanna drink?” you watch as she stares up at him with big eyes, hand laying on his unfairly large bicep. your unfairly large bicep. he smirks down at her.

“anything you make is good enough for me baby, just don’t leave me waiting for too long.” he sells it with a wink. you think you feel your drink coming back up. she leaves with a giggle, hopefully to make some rancid concoction that will leave both of them hunched over a toilet by the end of the night.

“damn. they might as well sit you down in a chair and label it ‘cuck’ while they’re at it,” suna whistles. you turn to him and give him the nastiest glare you can muster up.

“hold this,” you shove the cup back into his hands. “and i swear to god if you record what comes next i’m gonna shove your face into the cabinet and slam the door on your head.”

suna lets out a laugh at that.

“bunny really doesn’t suit you, maybe you should switch costumes with mei.”

you respond by sticking up your middle finger as you stomp towards an unsuspecting atsumu.

“hi baby!” you exclaim, sickly sweet sarcasm dripping from your voice. atsumu turns to you with a jolt. “funny seeing you here!”

the blonde at least has some decency to look guilty, red creeping up his ears as he sheepishly lifts an arm to rub the back of his neck. you try not to get distracted by the ridges of his incredibly muscular arm. are those fake tattoos?

“i just loveeeee your magician costume!” you continue gushing sarcastically, imitating mei’s sweet little act from earlier. atsumu’s face shifts slightly from discomfort, clearly not used to being called out.

“look, about that. i’m sorry i bailed on our costume,” he apologizes. you only grow more irritated.

“that’s all you have to say? you didn’t even so much as give me a heads up!”

“in my defense, up until a few hours ago i was plannin’ to come as a magician,” he put his palms up. “but then mei called me, sobbing about how her ex-boyfriend dumped her and how she had to go to this party to make him jealous. and she had this costume lying around.”

“right,” you scoff, “and like the slut you are, you let her bring you here and parade you around like her little boytoy? and more importantly humiliate me?”

“no need for the name calling, sweetheart,” atsumu narrows his eyes. “and i called ya to give a heads up, but you didn’t pick up.”

you glance down at your phone screen to see that he had called you. 20 minutes ago.

“seriously? you couldn’t respect me enough to follow through with a commitment you already made, or give me more than a 20 minute notice?” you can’t believe his audacity. was this really the same atsumu you had been fooling around with for the past few months?

“i told ya, she was upset about her ex and needed me. besides, you have other friends here, like rin and samu,” he argues.

“oh because she seems sooo sad about her ex,” you drawl sarcastically. this seems to set him off. atsumu’s eyes turn cold as his tone shifts into something lower - meaner.

“listen, darling,” he sneers, as a pit begins to form in your stomach. “i don’t care how butthurt ya are over a stupid costume. we aren’t exclusive, and never were. i don’t owe ya anything, and mei needed my help so i gave it. don’t make it a bigger deal than it needs to be and go back to sunarin.”

you fight the tears welling up in your eyes as mei returns, handing atsumu a matching cup. she turns, noticing you blinking furiously.

“is everything alright?” she asks innocently. you see straight through her bullshit. clearly atsumu doesn’t, or doesn’t care to, because he takes one glance at her big eyes and flawless face and melts his icy expression. somehow that hurts more than any of his words.

“everything’s great darling, especially now that you’re back,” he teases. “let’s try these drinks?”

you turn, humiliation burning at your eyes from being forgotten and ignored. you ignore suna’s concerned inquiries as you return, gradually picking up the pace until you’re practically flying out the door of the house. the disrespect was unbelievable, coming from someone you had liked for so long now.

it wasn’t easy to sneak into your heart, but atsumu had made it look effortless. it was so easy to talk to him, to be physical with him, to be passionate around him. you almost forgot that the two of you weren’t dating because he was just so damn good at making you feel so damn good.

and to throw it all away in one night. a night that was supposed to be fun.

you reach the outside of the house, far enough away at this point to fully let loose the tears. they streamed down your face, quiet, broken sobs accompanying them as you continued running further.

any dream you had of being atsumu’s girlfriend - crushed. and he didn’t even give it a second thought. in fact, he was having the time of his life with some perfect girl, while your heart was breaking-

THUD!

you stumble forward into the stranger, losing your balance from the sudden collision. the heel on your boot twists, sending you hurtling towards the ground. you squeeze your eyes shut and brace for impact. however, before you can hit the ground a pair of arms steadies you by the waist.

“easy, there.” a man drawls, all too familiar of an accent. you let out a sigh of relief and slowly open your eyes, before doing a double take at the person currently holding you against his chest.

“now what the hell did my dumbass brother do to make a pretty girl like you cry?”

[lowkeyremi]

THINKIN BOUT YOU ! a. miya

part 5: why

🔈၊၊||၊ "I'm all that you want, but not what you need girl, why... tell me why do you still love me. Why do you love me? You know you shouldn't love me, yet you still love me."

cw: angst (to be resolved)

masterlist !

notes:

𑣲 ruh-roh

𑣲 atsumu has def caught the feels and doesn't know what to do about it !!

𑣲 i promise atsumu's backstory is coming soon T-T

𑣲 finally some yachi kiyo friendship >.< i feel like kiyoomi a bit of a gossip when it comes to talking with yachi hehe !!

𑣲 also bokuto cannot keep his mouth closed to save his life

𑣲 more incoming angst next chapter...

𑣲 i made this one extra long to make up for my absence hope u guys enjoy !!

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[puppicino]

In Lock Down (Miya Atsumu x Reader)

a/n: I’m sorry this didn’t turn out like my vision, but i think someone out there would like this so here we go. It’s not very smooth or consistent. I fear the plot is lost. Also, even though I wrote ffs before, this is the first time I'm using second point of view, so uh let me know how I did.

“Ladies first~,” Atsumu said dramatically, bowing in a grand gesture as you two neared the PE gymnasium. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and you were having none of his bullshit.

“Well then, go first lady.” You retorted sarcastically, casually flicking his forehead. Atsumu barked out in laughter as he stepped inside the gym, stretching his muscular arms. You just sighed, a little too tired but also a little too caffeinated at the same time. Settling down your backpack, you joined Atsumu and the rest of your friends congregating in your usual place in the gym.

Miya Atsumu, the golden-headed, loud ass volleyball-obsessed dog you had adopted (according to your memory) in Year 2 of Junior High, hip-bumped you, his energy far too high for the morning as always.

“Y/N! Y’er lookin’ more and more like a tired raccoon ev’ryday.”

“Bitch what?”

“Your eyeliner’s smudged.” He laughed (but Osamu smacked him for that).

“Ugh, s’ok. Wait. I didn’t put on eyeliner today.”

As you two continued your-uh- squabbling, the bell rang and the gym teacher clapped his hands. “Okay students. Today we will start off with a ten minute run in the gy-” “NO! God, I also have a basketball match later. Please, can we lay off the cardio today?” One of the basketball players pleaded, a little too dumb to care about interrupting a teacher, but also a little too funny for everyone to hate.

Your teacher raised his brow, contemplating his options before announcing, “Well, that ten minute run inside the gym just became an outdoor run for 15 minutes. Now get to it. Out! Out everyone.” Everyone groaned and some of the other basketball players playfully pushed the one that complained.

“I can’t believe we have ‘ta run more ’cause of someone else.” Atsumu whined, and you just patted his back and muttered, “Tsumu, I think I might die before the 5 minute mark, so you shut up about this, you freaking national player.” And you took off, because you might as well run fast if you can’t run far to guilt-trip the teacher. Atsumu swore his heart-rate leapt up at that because, well, he had a small crush on you. Okay, maybe he liked you kind of a lot. Scratch that, actually, he was freaking in love with you. The way you subtly “complimented” him did something to him. Everyday. Every. Fucking. Day. And you had no idea.

Skip after the run; everyone’s back in the gym stretching

“Tsumu, you didn’t even really break a sweat, and here you were. Fucking complaining. You baby.” You teased, face flushed and sweaty as you stretched your hamstrings.

Oh Lord, why is she so pretty even after running? And the way she was dying but stuck it through the run? Damn, she’s dedicated. And she also said I was a baby. What if I was her ba- “What ‘ya thinking about?” You asked, secretly admiring his side-profile. “N-nothin’, just food. Why ‘ya so interested in me?” Atsumu teased, and you rolled your eyes.

Suddenly, the school intercom screeched and a voice called out, “Attention students, will Saito Ren please come to the office. Saito Ren, please come to the office. Thank you.” Tsumu frowned, “Well that was fucking weird.”

“Students!” The PE teacher called out, “That was the signal for a lock down drill. We are all to remain quiet and calm. I said quiet, Hiroto. We will be going into the gym storage room. I know I know, it’s small and dirty, but everyone will cooperate and listen to me. Now follow the class leader.” 

As you all trooped like cattle into the storage space, you looked around at your friends- your best friend, Rintarou, Osamu, and Tsumu. We aren’t in any real danger. Right?

As everyone crammed into the room, Atsumu instinctively pulled your arm toward him and his brother when people started pushing you in a different direction. “Can’t have ‘ya lost in the abyss of sweaty teenagers,” Atsumu joked, and you felt warm at the proximity of you two. Yes, of course, you guys hugged and cuddled and play-fought before, but this, this was a different kind of contact. 

A few minutes later…

“Holy shit, it’s been 12 minutes. Is there actually a killer? Are we actually dying?” Rintarou groaned, clearly missing his glowing screen encrusted black rectangle. “Shut up Rintarou. If there’s actually a killer, ‘ya’ll be the reason we die. Y’er loud mouth-” And that was how Sunarin and Astumu started a little fight, swatting each other’s arms and hissing cusses. You tried your best to get them to shut up and stand still, but they were too immature, so you just simply watched your crush and one of your self-proclaimed brothers stupidly “fight” in the middle of a cramped ass gym storage room.

“I’m bored.” You muttered, yawning, and Osamu agreed. “Yea. Y’know, I have a fun idea. Here goes.” Without warning, he “accidentally” pushed you toward his twin brother. Like, with quite a bit of force. You gasped and stumbled into Atsumu, who you were already very close to (physically), making things awkward. Atsumu tried to help you regain your balance, heart beating like a drum, and ears red like a poppy. It sure was a sight for the other twin and Sunarin (look, it rhymes).

As you stood up straight, muttering an embarrassed apology to your love of your life best friend, the PE teacher barked across the room, “MIYA! Stop flirting with your girlfriend and stay quiet!” 

Oh

My 

God

Atsumu started spluttering like a broken down engine, while you gaped at your teacher. GIRLFRIEND? AS IF! I wish…

As everyone laughed, you sighed and looked back at Atsumu, whose arm was pressed against your back now, still trying to regain his composure (although he lost that because of you a long while ago). “Tsumu, you good?” You asked, if not a little bashedly. He coughed, “Uh- yeah! Yeah... I’m fine.” Oh yes you are, You thought, You are better than fine, you’re so handsome and amazing and talented and sweet, and ohmygodiminlovewithmybestfriendfuck.

Seeing you pushed against the cabinets and him, Atsumu really thought he should just confess his love at that point. You were pretty, and funny, and just so suited for him. It was stupid just how he could flirt so easily with other girls, not that he did that often, but was so dumb around you. Girls liked him, he wasn’t clueless; Atsumu Miya, the star setter of the Inarizaki High School- blonde, playful, cute, and well-liked. But why was it that you, the same girl he went through puberty with, the same girl he thought was just a funny friend, and the same girl that never fought for his attention somehow got it all?

Suddenly, there was a bang, and another, and another. Students shrieked, some gasped into their teary hands, and some nearly gave out. Atsumu instinctively moved closer to you, almost not noticing when you grabbed the sleeve of his shirt around his bicep. Your eyes were alarmed and scared, and it was clear that everyone else shared the same sentiment.

The teacher tried to shush and calm everyone down, but that was impossible, frankly speaking, so he ended up just calling other teachers, trying to understand what the hell was going on.

28 minutes had gone by, and you were still tense and alert, white knuckles still gripping Atsumu’s shirt, and his hand ghosting against your shoulder. Osamu and Rintarou were definitely not sharing knowing smirks.

“Everyone!” Your teacher called out, his face pale but still trying to look composed. “We can now exit the room, and everyone is to go to the main school hall. Now.” And this time, nobody spoke up, complained, or whined. Everyone methodically filed out quietly, some scared, some crying, and mostly confused. “What’d ‘ya think happened?” Atsumu whispered, and you just shrugged. Who knew? You just hoped everyone was safe. 

As everyone entered the main hall, you realised there were students that were seated on the floor, so you dragged your friends to an empty spot, waiting for the announcement. The air was tense, the room filled with fear and mystery as students and staff whispered and speculated.

Soon enough, the vice principal stepped onto the podium and announced that there had been a miscommunication within the office, leading to the lockdown drill. There had been a rumor about a devastating construction accident, leading to the staff panicking. The bangs had come from explosions and the heavy materials crashing. Thankfully, there were only two injured men from the construction site, and the school was not in danger.

The whole school seemed to let out a large breath of relief as students hugged each other. As you and Atsumu moved away from the crowd to receive further instructions, he suddenly tackled you into a hug. “What the-, Tsumu, get off me.” You squealed. “No.” He whispered into your shoulder. “D’ya know how fuckin’ scared I was? I thought we were in danger. I thought you were in danger. D’ya know how terrifyin’ that is?”  You blinked at him, surprised, flattered, and a little confused.

“Tsumu, I’m fine. We’re all fine.” You soothed as he finally let go of his bone-crushing hug. “Y/N, I know it ain’t the most beautiful or romantic time ‘ta say this, but I love ‘ya. I do. Today made me realise life ain’t forever, and I need ‘ta take my chance and do this now. I really love everything about ‘ya. It’s y’er smile, y’er humor, y’er personality. But mostly, I love YOU. Please, Y/N, be my girl?”

You cried. Your tears soaked his shirt as you hugged him, heart bursting as you cried, “Yes, Tsumu. I’ll be your girl. I love you too.”

a/n: yayyy my first tumblr fic! Tbh, this is NOT my best work. Constructive criticism is well appreciated, and my reqs are open! Have a great day <3